CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Well, well what do we have here?” Shouted Marson putting a gun at Stacey’s head.
“You can’t drop that. You can’t put that down, hold it or I will blow your brains out!”
“I can’t hold them any longer,” said Stacey.
She was now shaking with pain and fatigue.
“Why did you take them if you can’t hold them,” shouted Marson angrily.
“I am going to drop them. I am going to drop them!” She shouted as she lost her grip. She instantly let go before a fist hit her in the face that she blacked-out.
David got up.
“It worked. We got the gold scriptures,” he quickly phoned Stacey.
“Who is this? She is busy now!”
“Keaton. Keaton. Why didn’t you kill her,” shouted David after hearing Marson’s voice?
“It’s not one of your men. It’s me Marson. Up to no good again? Stealing and no
